9/11 had a major impact on my life. I have never been so truly sad...
It made me open my eyes and look around. Question why this could happen, and how can/do I stop it.
I found that it had been happening for too long beyond my front yard, and that now it was in my neighbours yard. I found that it was not enough to wait for it to threaten me, and that I was wrong to ignore it elsewhere.
I don't have the answers to stop it, but I believe that communication and information sharing will help. Bring the world together; try to understand. I don't want to hate. I don't want to fight.
On a personal level, I changed my lifestyle. I don't want to be ignoring the things that matter most to me by working myself to death. I guarantee you that most of those people in the planes and towers would've given anything for a few more moments with their families. I don't want to find myself with those regrets.
I can't imagine their feeling of pure helplessness, knowing that they would not be going home. I can't imagine having to make the decision some made on Flight 93; knowing that there was no chance you would survive. Knowing that by not trying to bring down your own plane you would be condemning many more to death. I know they knew it was the right, the only, thing they could do, but their grief consumes me.
I grieve for the emrgency workers, who went about their jobs as if they could save everyone. Unselfishly doing what they had to. And failing.
I honour all of these people today.
We need to open our eyes; unite in peace. Closing our doors will only make it worse. We have to try.